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Don't be a fool for the Devil, darling.

@devilsfool / devilsfool.tumblr.com

Indie RP blog for Lestat de Lioncourt from the Vampire Chronicles by Anne Rice. Mun is 21+ and will not RP with minors. Follows the tag 'devilsfool'
Anonymous asked:

Hello sorry to bother you but do you role-play with oc vampires?

//Hey! I don't really RP at all anymore! I only logged back in here today b/c Anne Rice has died and I felt bummed out and wanted to post about it. Sorry, friend!

Mean Girls!Vampire Chronicles

Lestat: God! See, at least me and Armand know we’re mean! You try to act so innocent like, “Oh, I used to eat little rabbits and poodles to not hurt poor little humans!”
Louis: You know what! It’s not my fault you’re like, in love with me, or something!
Lestat: What
David: Oh no, he did not!
Lestat: See? That’s the thing with you melancholics. You think everybody is in love with you when actually, everybody HATES you! Like, Daniel Molloy, for example, he broke up with Armand and guess what? He still doesn’t want you! And now you won’t help me turn back into a vampire? Why?! I’ll tell you why, because you are a mean vampire! YOU’RE A BITCH! Here. You can have this. I stole it from a dead guy.
[David drives away with Lestat, yelling out the window]
David: And I want my pink shirt back! I WANT MY PINK SHIRT BACK!!!
Kidnapper: I have your son
Lestat: we don’t have a son
Kidnapper: then who’s the teen that called me a bitch and threatened to cut my hands off?
Louis: oh my god they have Armand
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Eagle, Golden Retriever, Haverford Reserve Dog Park, Haverford, PA • “He was named after the golf term, but he was born the year they (the Eagles) won, so it all works out.” @thephiladelphia_eagle

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I won’t take selfies with other people y’all don’t know my angles

Anonymous asked:

When was the most recent time you laughed?

Last night, whilst watching trash television on Netflix with Louis. It was stupid and ridiculously domestic and I loved every second of it. 

“It was the year they fell into devastating love. Neither one could do anything except think about the other, dream about the other, and wait for letters with the same impatience they felt when they answered them.” - Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera